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The Wedding Ring

John and I got married my last year of college and didn't have a lot of money for things like wedding rings. My parents helped us out and bought a lovely set which I wore for about 19 years.

On my 40th birthday, John threw a party and invited a lot of our friends to my favorite restaurant. During dinner, he suprised me by dropping to one knee and asking me to marry him, saying he would do it all over again.

He gave me a diamond ring in white gold, and slipped it on my right hand.

I so appreciated the ring he chose, that I retired my original set, putting it aside for Chase to recraft for the woman he proposes to--should he chose that--and moved the diamonds to the third finger of my left hand.

Yesterday, John gave me a wedding band to match the diamond ring he gave me 18 months ago. It is a beautiful silver band, but the best part is what most people won't see. On the part of the ring that faces my palm is a shooting star. A special message between the two of us. A promise for the next 20 years.